All Chapters of For Pleasure Only: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

“Good, just take a little bit more for me,” he says in an encouraging tone. “I'll hold back for as long as I can, but eventually, I won’t be able to stop from pushing deeper and deeper.”Feeling a little braver now, I rock my hips toward Wyatt but to no avail. “It’s no use—you’re too big to fit inside me,” I pant, my head rolling from side to side on the pillow.“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he grunts. “One way or another, it will go all the way inside your sweet fuckhole.”Oh God…I gasp, my heart thudding in my ears. “How much further do I still have to go?”“Lots of inches, baby,” he replies, his voice playful. “Try to take some more for me.”“Ooooh myyyy God,” I moan as Wyatt thrusts himself in a little deeper. “I feel like I might come again.”“Bite my shoulder as you come,” he demands, his thumb working my clit into a frenzy.I can barely catch my breath. “Why?”“I’m gonna wreck your pussy. Sorry, baby, I can’t wait anymore. I’m just too damn desperate for you.” His voice is

Shivers course through my body as we start to makeout heavy. “Four more times?” I ask as I rake my fingers through Wyatt’s brown hair.“Yes.” He laughs softly. “Honestly, you make me feel like fucking you on every surface in my apartment. Tell me you want that.”“I want that,” I admit, my heart fluttering.I need more of Wyatt. Lots more!☆☆☆☆☆☆Wyatt:::Gemma watches me intensely as I whisk two eggs with a pinch of salt. Right now, she’s sitting on my kitchen counter in a cute dress. She showered and changed her clothes before coming over. “If you get to watch me, then it’s only fair that I watch you, too,” I tell her.She blinks, confused. “Watch me do what?”“Spread your thighs and show me your panties,” I demand.Her cheeks redden and her eyes twinkle with mischief. “I’m not wearing any.”“What?” I gasp and nearly drop my whisk.Her lips quirk up on one side. “Just kidding.”With a tortured groan, I add a fourth a cup of sugar into my mixing bowl. “Spread them now, Gemma,” I insist

“You came back!” He stands to his feet and puts his guitar down. Emotions clog my throat. “I want us to start over.” “Me too,” he states quickly. “I’m sorry, Gemma. I just—” I cut him off with a slow kiss. “I’m sorry, too.” Wyatt cups my cheeks and deepens the kiss. “Let’s pick up where we left off. Okay?” “Okay,” I say, nodding. We kiss frantically as he lowers his sweatpants. Next, I grab his t-shirt and pull it off of him. Then he lifts my dress off of me and picks me up. “Are you sore?” he questions, his voice laced with concern. I shrug one shoulder. “Just a little.” “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he replies, his blue eyes warming. “If you want we can just cuddle.” “No.” I swallow hard. “I mean after,” I remark quietly. “Let’s cuddle afterward.” A smirk pulls at his lips. “After what?” My cheeks flame. “After we…uh…fuck,” I force the words out. Wyatt cups my face and crushes his lips to mine. “I have news for you: We’re not fucking this time…we’re

I chastise myself as I stand to greet them, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from my stepsister. When I extend my hand to my stepmother, she ignores it and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. Awkwardly, I return it. After she releases me, my dad steps up, blessedly welcoming me with a handshake.“Good to see you again, son,” he says before letting me go.“Good to see you, too,” I reply, the sentiment not really reaching my voice.I turn to Alexis, unsure of if I should hug her or shake her hand or just say hello. She takes the guesswork out of it for me, opening her arms and stepping in close. Embracing her is electric, and despite the fact that I’ve been with numerous women over the years, I feel like she’s the person I’m supposed to marry. There’s no explanation, but it’s a gut feeling I’m unable to ignore.When we part, she looks up at me with her bright blue eyes, and I can tell she feels it too. Her perfect, pink lips are parted in awe. A beat passes before I come to my senses,